Barely Alive // TWD // Daryl Dixon

Chapter 13 -- Reincorporating

"The flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and most beautiful of all."

– Walt Disney Company, Mulan

Cecilia's POV

A whole week passed until Hershel finally said I was okay to join the others, by then only Glenn and I were left in that block, but it wasn't until a week and a half later that I finally had the courage to leave and go back to my own cell and face everyone.

Carl ran to me even before I stepped out of block A, he wrapped his arms around me, almost knocking me down to the floor, Rick was next to me and he chuckled at us. I wrapped my own arms around the boy, I had missed him so much.

"You are wearing the hat!" he exclaimed excitedly.

"Of course," I said in a duh tone. "It helped me get better even faster. Now it's time for it to go back to its owner." I took the hat and set it on Carl's head.

"If you ever get sick again, you can have it back," he told me with a smile.

Carl took my hand and pulled me all the way to my room, Rick and Daryl following close behind. Once I got there I saw there was a new puzzle on my bed. I had tried to convince everyone to start that one but all of them chose the NYC one, this was from Australia, a place I always wanted to visit. I smiled as I took the box in my hands.

"Thought it can keep you busy," Carl told me. "It's all yours, unless you want some help."

"Why don't we do it together?" I told him with a smile. "We can start it later or tomorrow."

"Sounds great," Carl told me with a smile.

The three of them left me alone then. I walked around my cell, softly running my hands on the blanket over my bed, never feeling so happy to be back in this grey and gloomy place that at some time I had started to call home.

I looked at my now empty backpack and my clothes that now were folded and set on top of a small table, when I left everything was a mess and that table wasn't here. The camera Glenn gave me in that place weeks ago was also there but the picture Rick took of us wasn't anywhere in here, I wondered where it could be and I only hoped it didn't get lost.

I looked at the corner of the room and couldn't help but smile as I saw the crossbow Daryl gave to me months ago, now it was the only weapon I had. I lost my gun and my knife. I was glad I was very skilled with it now.

Being out of block A and back here made me feel like I was back for real, that everything ended. I smiled, feeling so much better than I had in weeks.

I stood up and went to Daryl's cell, hoping to find him there and sure enough he was. I smiled at him as I leant against the door frame.

"Daryl?"

"Princess," he muttered in a surprise tone, but he smiled nevertheless.

"I was wondering if you had seen the picture Rick took before people got sick and all that," I said. "I wanted to see it."

Daryl smiled and then reached inside one of his back pockets, he took out a small paper, or what it looked like paper and handed it to me. I walked to him and I took the paper and noticed it was the picture, I smiled when I saw it. Even when it was in his pocket, the picture was in perfect shape and it made me so happy he treasured it so much.

"I needed that... I was so glad I had it," Daryl admitted as I sat next to him in the bed and took a closer look at the picture.

"We should take another one soon," I said with a smile. "So, each one of us can have one."